Feisty Quill is the brainchild of Christina Parkhurst Barber, a left-handed quasi-vegetarian (No beef or pork). I’m an “over-educated” creative writer, creative thinker, and singer-song writer of dubious musical talent, (although I have sung the National Anthem a few times at Sacramento Kings games, which is pretty cool if you think about it). My over-educated self has a Master’s Degree in Communication Studies and a second Master’s Degree in Women’s Studies. However, is it possible to actually be “over-educated?” Hmm…
I love to laugh, dance, sing, and swim. My favorite place is the ocean, and I used to be a mermaid. Just kidding. In real life, I was a college professor for more than two decades, until I changed my life drastically, just prior to Covid. (Hallelujah!). I now devote myself to writing full time. I would still like to be a mermaid, but I don’t think it’s a real job. (How do I know, though? Just because I’ve never met a mermaid, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.)
I write Feisty Quill for the sheer joy of creativity, and to work on something other than my first novel, which is now in its fussy, second-draft stage. Because of that, I am only on Feisty Quill intermittently, because my darn book won’t edit itself. Shucks.
I’m not trying to make a fortune here (and I don’t). Every time I write, I simply sit down at my desk and let the muse take me where she will, and it’s a blast. Sometimes it’s politics. Sometimes it’s hair. I even have an entry called “Politics and Hair.” More recently, I often go to a dark place about death, because my Mom died in May and my life has forever changed.
“My” cat owns me as well as owns my husband. It’s okay: he is the most beautiful cat anyone has ever seen. If he weren’t so shy, he would be an award-winning show cat. When I am not writing, I am catering to his every demand. This includes such critical duties as brushing him, scratching under his chin, and behind his ears. I am privileged to do so, of course. (Fellow cat servants understand.) I do like dogs, too; I just don’t have one. Yap yap dogs are the exception–see May 2020. I don’t like those.
Like my cat, my husband also lovingly, inexplicably, tolerates me. We have now been married for 24 years, and I sometimes wonder why he puts up with my weird strangeness. (Strange weirdness?). Because he loves me, that’s why. I am so very fortunate. Grateful.
I believe in peace, love, and a sharp sense of sarcasm. I know that I see the world through my own strange lens. I have sick, gallows humor, and sometimes I am the only one laughing at my curious jokes. I don’t mind. However, I hope you will join me, and give a little chuckle from time to time. If so, please do subscribe and comment on my blog often, share it with others, email me at feistyquill@gmail.com or meet me on Facebook. If you enjoy the Feisty Quill, share, share, share. Thanks for reading!